Gents, This is a scenario I wrote dominique in the form of a short story before the light came on and we realized we were, are, and will always be D/s. And, yes we have played this one out and number of different ways. I’d love to hear any thoughts/critiques. Cheers, Elliott

“Damnit, damnit, damnit.” It was ten minutes after midnight before she realized what was keeping her awake. Bethann had already finished up her nightly routine, checked on her daughter, crawled under the cold sheets, finally found a comfortable spot in her large empty bed, and then realized she had forgotten to check and make sure the front door was locked. Just a few more minutes in her bed, and this small detail might have been over looked, but know she was curious and needed to make sure the house was secure if she was to ever get any sleep that night. From under the covers, with a soft mutter of personal disgust, she hopped out of bed and proceeded down the dark hallway of her two-bedroom apartment. A cool breeze tickled her toes as she continued out to the family room, where sure enough, she had forgotten to lock the door. But what actually puzzled her was that the sliding glass door to the patio was both unlocked and cracked open slightly, and the blinds ticked against the metal railing of the open back door.

She walked into the kitchen and reached on top of the refrigerator to find her cigarettes. By this time the headache she had been trying to ignore for most of the night was still pounding her temples, and Bethann decided to have a quick smoke before once again retiring to the bedroom for the evening. She opened the patio door enough to slide out into the cool night air, and a slight chill passed up her back, her old pajama bottoms and one her husband’s extra-large t-shirts was all she had on. Her nipples hardened as she lit her cigarette. It was cool that spring night in Southern California. She looked out into the apartment complex beyond that small patio, and started to fantasize about the few times she and her husband had spent nights talking, drinking, and even the occasional quickie out there on the very same patio. She was halfway done with her smoke, when another aroma aroused her senses. By the time she realized it was a familiar men’s cologne, a large leather gloved hand grabbed her head while covering her mouth, and jerked her two feet back.

“You make one sound, and the next thing you’ll hear is this knife tearing open your skin,” a quiet, but powerful voice whispered into her left ear, as he tilted her head back to expose her neck. The weapon this intruder was wielding caught a bit of moonlight and the blade reflected the light as he pressed the tip of the cold sharp knife into the side of her neck. Panic and fear shot the first of many burning sensations to come throughout her body. Her initial reaction was to run or try or to fight back, but instead she just froze. He did not draw blood, but Bethann was sure he would follow through on his word, and not a peep came from her lips. “If you are a good girl, I will simply take what I want from you, and be on my way. Get rid of that cigarette, now.” He was commanding but also utterly calm, and Bethann obeyed.

The intruder relaxed the blade from her neck, and moved his hand from her mouth onto the back of her head, he slid his fingers between her thick curly brown hair and pulled her back inside the dark apartment. “Close the door, and lock it this time,” this statement drove home the fact that she was in the position because she had forgotten earlier to lock up the home. Screaming out “fuck you, ass” crossed her mind as she slide the door closed, and clicked the lock as well. “Good girl, I like a girl who can follow my orders.” With his right hand, he moved the blade from the side of her neck down the front of her shirt, tracing the outline of her breasts with tip. The shirt she wore was old, and one of the small holes in the fabric caught the tip of knife, and she once again could feel the cold metal against her skin. The small hole that caught his blade quickly turned into a large gash, and left her right breast exposed to the open air. The pressure he applied was not enough to yet draw blood, but the skin under the blade quickly became red, and sent a hot burning sensation that Bethann felt radiate through the rest of her body. “I see your nipples are hard, you dirty girl. Am I turning you on?”

“I, uh,” she didn’t know what to say as this man started to turn her around and lead her to the edge of the couch. “Yes,” she managed to mutter hoping just to appease this dangerous man.

“Well, just you wait, I have much more in store for us.” With that he bent her over the back of the couch. “Don’t move, you have been such a good girl so far, I would hate to ruin our fun.” He moved his hand from her head, and pulled at the back of her pants. The waistband of her pants stretched as he pulled back. With his other hand, he took the knife and inserted into the fabric under the elastic, pulled the knife first up through her waistband and then down towards the floor. She barely felt this quick two stroke cutting motion, but down her pants fell onto the carpet. She twitched, and then suddenly and quickly up came the blade again. This time the sensation burned more than the scratch around her breast, it was faster, and he left a four-inch cut on the side of her bare ass. Bethann bit her lip. Then the burning sensation moved from her ass, and she started to feel another warmth throughout her entire body.

“Dirty son of a bitch” she thought, but as much as she was beginning to hate this vile man; something about his calm commanding voice, his familiar smell, and the sharp knife was starting to moisten the lips of her now wet pussy. And in the darkness of the apartment she blushed and couldn’t wait for him to ram his cock deep inside her. With his free hand the intruder slid it up between her now naked thighs. She could feel the soft leather of the glove as he continued until he reached her pussy. Easily he spread apart her wet lips and ran his finger between them. He ran his fingers back and forth slowly, and Bethann press slightly rocking into the motion of his had. Then he brought the gloved hand up to his nose and took in Bethann’s scent. She heard his soft chuckle. “You are getting turned on. You like a man to be in control, and take what he wants. Don’t you?”

By this time she could no longer resist, she hadn’t yet seen this man; she slightly turned her head to look at his eyes. “Take anything you want.” She could not believe those words parted from her mouth, and then she was surprised again. His hand slapped her hard in the face. But not before she had seen all she could of him. From what she could tell in the darkness, he wore almost entirely black. His lower half of his face was covered with a bandanna, and his baseball hat was turn backwards.

“You look at me again, and I’ll leave a mark that won’t heal anytime soon. Something real. A reminder if you will, of our little night together.” His voice was still calm. Quickly he grabbed her by the neck of her shirt and pulled her up just a little off the back of the couch. Her face was now burning too, and despite all logic, she was getting further aroused. He now took his weapon and ran the cool blade up the side of her leg, then back down, then traced a path up to her pussy. A long red scratch now formed on her leg. Forcefully he jerked with his left hand and the old t-shirt ripped almost entirely off of her. The last bit that held together was quickly cut from her body. The t-shirt was now no more than a long rag, which he would soon make use of. He took the torn shirt and wrapped it around Bethann’s neck, brought the ends together in his hand and then twisted his wrist, and the cotton tightened around her neck. He took the blade and ran it up her bare back, and just below her shoulder blade he proved he was not afraid to cut her once again. The cut was done slowly this time, and as the blade pierced her skin, the burning sensation was mixed with the cold hard edge of his steel. Then she felt the slow trickle of blood as it eased out of the wound on her back. He took the knife and put it down on the top of couch, just out of reach, knowing he was now in complete control. She could hear his zipper, as he pulled it down and let his pants also fall to the floor. Now he pressed himself up against her bare ass, and with his free hand cupped her breast and pulled back on her neck with his make shift choker. It was getting harder to breath, but air still flowed freely in and out of her lungs. And then he leaned forward and kissed her back, just below the bleeding mark on her back. As he did this, she finally felt the bulge of his cock press up against her, and she knew she must have that inside her. As she pressed her ass into his cock, he started a slow rocking motion, continued to fondle her tits, and then licked her blood from the wound on her back. “What does my good girl want? You want this cock inside you, don’t you? You can’t wait for me to spread your pussy open, and slide inside. Say you want it you dirty bitch.”

“Yes. God, please fuck me.” She could hardly wait. The burning sensation on her back, chest, and legs was now just adding fuel to the fire between her legs. All logic was completely lost and during that moment her only thoughts were of how good it would feel with that dick shoved inside her dripping pussy.